I’m not great with trends – being at university for the last three years has left me knee deep in Philosophy books and not in Vogue. That being said, I’m a massive fan of the whole gingham thing; the first dress I ever made myself was a red gingham smock and I still whip it out when the weather permits (although I have larger boobs, so smocks make me look like a box, but you can’t win every battle). The high-street had some really great options this past summer and this skirt has travelled to Italy, Ibiza, Denmark and Sri Lanka with me. If a skirt can travel like that, that’s a testament to a good bit of fabric.

I find as I get older and progressively more broke, I’m really drawn to pieces that feel easy and reliable. Nothing that will make me regret spending a penny next summer; I’m not one of those people who has a new wardrobe every season and honestly that sounds stressful. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you will never get me to buy a pair of crocs no matter how hard Christopher Kane tries to sell them.

I’m also learning to embrace my shape – I’m definitely not straight up and down. I spent so much of my adolescence trying to hide my chest and hips in big oversized tops and dresses and I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to realise it’s okay to be curvier, even if brands don’t always cater to the obvious fact that a woman might have boobs. This skirt makes me feel good; in at the waist, but not too puffy. I’m trying so hard now to dress in things that make me feel celebrated, make me feel good, and don’t hide myself. I mean, just look at the smiles in this post!

MANGO gingham skirt, ZARA sandals, MONKI top, RAY-BAN sunglasses.

Photography: Akemi Louise.